I really did not know, at least not fully, that your life can actually restart, until the year i turned 27. The same year i lost my father, it became the start of my conscious handshake with life.
Amusingly, everyone wakes up differently in this dance.
Sometimes, the way my mind travels and i get hold of a fresh perspective about life, a train of thought that marvelously bursts my brain.
The overwhelmineness of being humbled by a new window of possibilities, of both time and chance.